Novel & Cerita Monarch Of The White Flames

“I forbade this country! I don't even step foot in the royal capital myself unless ordered, and yet you brought a fragile human straight into the middle of a Lycan outbreak.” His voice broke. “If she dies because of this… I’ll never forgive you.” Talia’s face crumpled. Inside her mind, Lyra let out a low, grief-stricken whine. “Enough.” Bellamy stepped forward. The air itself seemed to grow heavier. His eyes burned gold. “Submission, Beta.” His voice dropped into something ancient. “By the blood of the Alpha line… I command you. Kneel.” Devon gasped. Fenrir whimpered helplessly inside him as the royal command crushed every instinct to resist. His knees slammed against the marble floor.

"The north screamed for three days before it went quiet. Your kind called it collapse. Wrote it in your little books. Buried it in your little records." "You slept." "We let you." "The Western Clan is next. Not its walls. Not its stone." "Its soul." "You cannot stop what you do not understand. And you do not understand." "Tell them we are coming." "Tell them what silence sounds like after." ††††††††††††††††††††††††† The white eyes went dark. Donric Wenn dropped. Not slowly. One moment it was upright, the next it was on the stone floor, with the flat finality of something that had been set down rather than fallen.

I leaned down toward his face, keeping my voice low and demanding. "Tell me all you know about Brooks and why you needed her to become more powerful." Flint let out a weak, wet cough, spitting blood onto the stone floor. Even though he was completely battered, he still managed to look up at me with a surprisingly regal air. "Have you heard of the white wolves?" I stared back at him with a completely blank expression, the unfamiliar name failing to ring any bells in my mind. "I haven't." My answer didn't shock Flint at all. Instead, a bitter, knowing smirk played on his bloody lips as he shook his head in disgust.

The luxurious, pristine white manor was now shrouded in thick smoke as it was engulfed by flames. I threw away the key, tore off the necklace around my neck, and threw it into the fire. Then, listening to the roaring flames behind me, I left the villa where I had grown up. I thought, 'Atlas, let's never meet again.'

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

You can call it toxic but this is what it is. Aarhan is cunning and selfish and obviously uncontrollable like Flames no one can do anything against him or control him just like any other Sheerazi men. The story still has few revelations left so yeah do not stop reading yet. And a few twists as well. Next update when I will be done writing the chapter Stay tuned to know what is going to happen Do Share your thoughts on the chapter and leave reviews on the book and vote with gems as well Show others how much you love the book..

A flame started burning in front of Alex. “ Who will make the sacrifice?” Mr. Wangchuck asked suddenly. Eric and Emily looked at each other unsurely. I had no clue which sacrifice he was talking about. I was about to ask him when he said, “ One of you have to make a cut in your hand and let the blood fall into the flames drop by drop till the ritual is completed. The major challenge is that our wounds heal quickly. So you would have to deepen the wound again and again. The ritual will fail if the blood doesn’t fall for a long time.”

"You're stunning, Rajkumari." "But I don't want someone to love me for my beauty!" Ahankara snapped, taking her hands away fron Neharika's and turning away from her. "I don't want to be the Moon," she said softly. "And you're not," Neharika replied, turning her around. "You're a unique Rose, Rajkumari. The most beautiful one to ever exist." "And he's made of flames," Ahankara whispered, feeling a chill run down her spine. "He's gonna destroy me as soon as he touches me, Neharika."

The last person I wanted to see. Regardless, I walked into the room, completely ignoring his existence. Ms White closed the door behind me using magic. “Ms Vanderbilt, please take a seat,” she requested. Ignore, ignore, ignore. I kept chanting in my head like a mantra. “Ms White, may I know what you need me for?” I inquired. “Yes, as a matter of fact, you are here because of Mr King,” she stated. Oh, goddess. What did he do now? “Mr King here is doing very poorly in his studies,” she commented as Aiden rolled his eyes.